"They're coming..." she says softly, her voice is lighter than it usually leans- something about the loss of that song has her really off-kilter. "He said- they'll find us," she had talked to Jesper... at some point. When was it? She isn't sure, the days in this place have all blurred together into one neverending nightmare.

She can't ignore the offer of his hand, though. She grips his fingers in her own and tucks herself against his chest, the fingers of her other hand curling into the material of his shirt. He's been the steady beating constant here, and she needs him to continue to be just for a little longer.